My Mom Showed Up With A U Haul Until The Man In The Suit Stood Up

the least I could do was serve quality coffee during the eviction process.

At exactly 7:30 Saturday morning, Arthur arrived in his charcoal suit carrying a leather briefcase. Right on time.

“Coffee?” I asked.

“Black?”

“Same.”

We sat at the dining table overlooking the kitchen while the ocean breeze moved through the screened back patio. Arthur reviewed continue reading …